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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 8:23 am
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Story
In the age of dragons, they wandered the earth with superiority. They had no equal, no man, beast, or dark creature contested the lands. It wasn't until the dark mages of Nezeroth created a man that bathed in the blood of a dragon that dragon's became scarce. Those who bathe in the blood of dragons gain their strength, power, and traits. This man created many more like him by slaying many dragons, soon creating an army. He called himself a "Duraghn", or in draconic language, Dragon Slayer. They became feared throughout the land. They hunted the dragons to the ends of the earth. It was then the eldest dragon took the youngest and hid them away, without enough of his family, no one could stop this man and his army. The eldest dragon and the eggs had disappeared. The dragons gone from the earth. Other races began to develop and take over. Dwarves, elves, humans, trolls, orcs, goblins, gnomes, and many more. The tales of the dragons all but legends and myths now.
Many centuries later, the time has come for the dragons rise again. The eldest dragon had awaken from a deep slumber. His place of rest had been disturbed, he had been tranced into a sleep and the eggs been broken. Only three eggs remained, he gave them his life force and put all of his powers into the egg. The young dragons hatched into the new world with a burning hatred for all the races. A new war has started. The young dragons will stop at nothing to end a war that happened a millenia ago. But now is a time for peace for all the races. Hopefully they can stop the oncoming danger. |
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 8:24 am
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 8:25 am
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 3:06 pm
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Accepted Characters
Anzhelina Finori
Description: Her armor color is Red
Age: 21
Eye Color: Silver
Weight: 155 lbs
Height: 5'9"
Race: Finori are a simplistic race, the only thing that makes them unreal is their sensitive heighten hearing. They are born blind.
Racial Powers: Heighten Hearing, The Eye of Ablaze - allows them to see but only in flames.
Strengths: Close Quarters, Hearing, Acrobatic Reflexes.
Weaknesses: Finori's are not all invincible, at rebirth they are born with blind sight, even with there amazing sensitive hearing, they are well aware of their weakness of blind sight. Whether they fight, there sight becomes their weakness. Because of there vision at birth all they see is flames, it becomes unstable at first, but becomes worse, that is why some Finori's rely on there hearing but whether their hearing is greater the eyes that which were taken and replaced with only fiery colors of red and yellow they become less unaware what is in front of them.
Abilities: Finori's are armed with the secrets of the Inori's ancient techniques. Revolved around using the sword and their body the only abilities they can access is Shinori - Revolving Back kick, Minori - Swift Ripple slash, Hinori - Whirlwind Blade Kick, State of mind - Which allows the Finori to concentrate for a strong attack, Diranori - Releasing Akitori -> Akitori is a blade formed technique that uses the strength of the host to concentrate all of her muscle on one attack of her choice. Veline - The host dashes from all four sides into a cross slash which creates a strong rift that allows her to move only 2 minutes at a very high speed.
Weapons: Long Sword crafted by the Finori. - Hard, Durable, Extensive, Sharp, and equals to offensive and defensive tactics.
Armor: Red armor along with a Red Blind fold around her eyes.
Role: Hero 3
Bio/History: A Finori's history is pretty much a sad tale to tell, long ago during ancient times, the Finori followed alongside the Dragons, servants to be exact. They were trademarks of the dragons complete control. They would take on missions to assassinate their adversaries, in cold blood shed. The Finori's Vision was not cursed at this time, they had heighten insight and didn't rely much on their hearing. The more they killed the more they became dangerous. Only few were tested amongst their kind, only the strongest shall stay by my side. It was a code which the Finori followed to the end. But a few years later the Finori were betrayed and wiped out by the dragons. Only few who had the courage to stand firm faced the threat head on, knowing the dangers, the vengeance was stronger. But not as strong as the faith and trust they had for their masters, they were willingly to die at the hands of their mentors. But not even a form of rebellion was strong enough, the Dragons placed a strong everlasting curse upon the Finori's before they left. Burning into their eyes the pain of their screams only would lose them in a dark world with no color other then flames burning endlessly. They had no vision no way to survive in this hellish world. But luckily the Finori's relied on there hearing, time as has passed, as newborns are born into this world it is true that curse was everlasting. The colors of burning flames in their pupils would only show that the curse could not be lifted. So instead they trained hard to increase their hearing, what was left of their former selves they traced themselves and became dominate, better as they were before. But even so Finori's do not appear to be abnormal, they are just beings who can die. They are not gods, they are flesh and blood.
Gaianame: Azorius Beat
Tyre Krea
Description: His skin is pale and grey hair is always greased back. The cloak he wears is made out of a dense black cloth to black out the sun and he always has the hood up. During the day he wears a porcelain looking mask that carries a blank expression with tinted glass over the eyes to keep the sun out. To those who get to see his face he looks not much older than a man in his early twenties.
Age: 31
Eye Color: Grey
Weight: 160
Height: 5ft 7in
Race: Shadow Being
Racial Powers: Shadow Magics. Movement makes virtually no sound.
Strengths: He is extremely stealthy, as well as fast to make up for his lack of strength. Very good at reading body language, this allows him to almost ‘predict’ actions of an individual before they happen.
Weaknesses: Weaker in the sun (more prolonged exposure produces more varying symptoms), as well as holy magic.
Abilities: Parkour, Hand to Hand Unarmed Combat, Hand to Hand One handed Weapon Combat, Dual Weilding, Stealth.
Weapons: Two daggers hidden up his sleeves, as well as a hand full of small caltrops he keeps in a pouch on his belt. He carries two smoke bombs on him at all times. A belt he wears over his armor but under his cloak runs from his right shoulder to left hip where he carries four throwing knives. Finally a grappling hook that has the pointed shape of a large arrowhead so he can use it for dual purpose.
Armor: Under his cloak he wears light leather that has steel plates attached over his vitals such as his chest, kidneys, the front of his thighs, his forearms, and in his gloves over his knuckles.
Role: Hero to Villain as discussed.
Bio/History: The shadow world is an unforgiving and barbaric place. Every day of life is a trial of survival, and Tyre made it his mission to escape from the moment he was born it seemed. Well born isn’t quite right, more like dragged out of the incorporeal shadows and given the form of a man by a demon. Said demon promised his release as long as he served faithfully until the demons will would be done. Sounds easy enough right? It wasn’t the labor was difficult and painful, but the punishment for a wrong doing was hell incarnate. Worst of all was that the demon never told him what the end goal was.
It seemed like centuries passed while he was the demon’s slave, and he quickly had enough of it all. All the tasks he had accomplished for the demon he had learned of something called a wizard. Apparently they were beings from another world and one in particular he had worked with had given him the ability to communicate with him whenever his master needed something. The hard part was getting a break in order to talk with the man, since you know demons never sleep.
After a year of planning and sleuthing he had uncovered the demon’s plot, he was attempting to transcend into the world with the wizard. Tyre knew that he had one chance to get out and away from the demon. It was the eve of the ‘ritual’, Tyre didn’t know that term but he did know he wasn’t going to waste this chance. As they prepared in the shadow world he could taste his victory. They could hear the chants of the wizard through a weird piece of glass. Before the chanting stopped the demon released Tyre from his duties and prepared to step through the glass. Summoning all of his courage he bolted for the glass just as the chanting ended. The demon never heard him coming. Tyre lunged through the glass head first and he turned to see the angered look of the demon as it was stopped dead in his tracks by the glass object. Tyre came to a skidding halt as he stumbled to the ground suddenly very weak. The rest is blacked out from his memory.
He awoke in a dark structure unsure of where he was. He slowly erected his torso from the soft item he was laying on and looked around. He saw the wizard looking very unsure of himself. Awkward silence followed for at least an hour, the two just staring at one another. The wizard broke the silence first, but it soon cascaded into an in depth conversation between the two. The wizard was curious of the shadow world as Tyre was curious of this one.
Several years passed and Tyre learned he had an aptitude for work he liked very much, something called espionage. He was quiet quick and stealthy, and he learned he was much stronger than your typical human. Sometimes he was even given the rare opportunity to hone his ability to kill. Tyre didn’t do much of that work but it was his favorite. He did learn however that even with all of his strength he was weakened by this thing called a sun. At first it made him weaker, then it made him ill, and if he stayed out in it longer than eight or so hours he felt as if he was melting away completely.
He brought this problem to the attention to the wizard who he had come to know as ‘Sin’ who eagerly took it upon himself to create Tyre the perfect garment. It took a few weeks to gather the appropriate materials and then they waited for the full moon, as this was when Sin was his strongest, the wizard worked tirelessly from the moment the moon rose to the moment it set and gave Tyre the back cloak and mask imbued with the ability to ward off the sun and some magics that Sin referred to as holy.
Finally able to enjoy the day like all other humans he quickly put his new clothes to work as now he could work more efficiently even at high noon. Though not all was happy as rumors of creatures long thought to be dead were supposedly spotted rampaging throughout the realm. Realizing that this could be bad for business he bid farewell to Sin and set off to find somehow he might be able to stop these ‘Dragons’.
Gaianame: Draka The Solitary |
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